“Ernie didn’t see him in the corridor — no one could have seen him! He melted away — that was all!”
The events of the night seemed strangely unreal. Cliff wondered what was happening now at the Club Drury. He wondered how many of Ernie’s gang were left. Nipper had accounted for one. Others must have fallen in that room of darkness.
Cliff grinned; then he shuddered. The recollection of that weird laugh was chilling. He was glad that he was working for The Shadow — not against him.
For The Shadow!
The thought was a reminder. Cliff remembered that he had a report to make.
He reached for the telephone. Before he had found it in the darkness, it began to ring. He picked up the instrument and raised the receiver to his ear.
“Hello,” he said.
“Cliff!” It was Madge’s voice.
“Yes,” said Cliff, smiling in the darkness.
“You’re all right?”